This is a song about "Salt"

A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game

I apologize i don't recollect your name

Those are your wounds this is the salt

And inside they think rap's soft

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Like salt and pepper, no equivalent

Spreadin' shit like salt shakers, on you stone cold fakers,

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Killing you bitches, pouring salt in you wounds

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Use the salt thats in all of you, make that drink with an olive to

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

Extra salt on the frizzle

Baby i am professional

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Sit, i said sit bitch, you fucking twitch and i'll pore salt in each of the slits i slit,